Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Jan Kubelik - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.
(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect learning to suck milk.)

Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering and wild.
(All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon in the hills with their lovers.)


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011


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